New Normandy: Spa Day

By Danath

Commissioned by RayO_ElGatubelo.

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I live six hours away from New Normandy in a “socially restrictive” environment. After hearing about this place from a friend, I made it a priority to visit. I’m not sure what bridge I crossed to reach the peninsula, but I somehow made it without getting lost. A few bucks at the door in cash, a quick glance at my ID, a subtle-yet-pointed question to check my therian-ness, and I was guided past the front gym - which I assumed was humans-only - past several nice looking men. But I wasn’t here for that. A dead-end corridor, a locked door, and a locker room. The attendant watched as I changed and grinned when I blushed. He dangled the towel in front of me and that’s when I saw the change in his eyes - the color looked different than before. I grinned and grabbed for the towel, snagging it from him as he nodded towards the door at the other side. He unlocked it by putting in a code, then opened it for me and gestured towards the steel stairs painted black leading down into the basement.

I heard the amusement in the words “fresh meat” as the door closed behind me and locked. I turned, wondering how I’d get out later, but I noticed a buzzer on the inside of the door jam. I grinned and took the steps one at a time, keeping my fingers on the dark red paint covering the cement wall to the my right as I focused.

One step, and a coat of fur sprouted across my face and neck. Another step, and the back of my towel lifted, followed by the tip of my tail. More brown fur stretched across my shoulders as I felt my steps squeeze against the corrugated metal under the large pads. Muscles stretched and filled out the new pelt with each move deeper into the basement. The stairs were deceptively long, perhaps by design, until I realize the subterranean structure was two stories tall throughout.

At the foot of the stairs, an empty foyer-type area with a few plants and sofas scattered about a pool table. There was a well lit window with an attendant - a large wolf with a “seen-it-all” attitude - to provide fresh towels, water bottles, and personal items like lube.

My transformation was finished by the time I stepped off the last stair. As a human, I was on the small side, though fit. As my natural therian otter self, though, I feel much more powerful. And I look it, too. My legs don’t really grow all that much, though the fur helps accentuate the more powerful hammies and delts. I’ve got a really good rump, though my tail is pretty thick at the base so it’s always curling over my butt. My stomach is longer proportionally, so I seem kind of stubby even though I’m nearly seven feet tall. My belly is hard and flat with the hints of my abdominals coming through the light brown tan fuzz coating my chest and inner thighs. I’ve got good pecs and wide shoulders - a classical V-shaped torso, as much as an otter can have, at least.

Two hallways ran down the outside subterranean walls. One was lit with dark greens and blues while the other featured nearly sinister reds and oranges. I wasn’t sure where to go first, so I simply wandered. I didn’t see many people as I sauntered through, trying to look more confident than I felt. This was my first trip to this spa, which exclusively serves therians and, more importantly to me at the moment as I let my fingers slide across the towel draped over my hips, only male therians.

Spas like this for humans didn’t exist where I lived, driven out by the same kind of fear and paranoia that caused my kind to hide their existence so carefully from the world. I suppose the thrill of visiting, whether human or therian, was the same in that regard.

The hallways had lots of doors - small rooms for private play, almost all open and empty. I peeked into a few empty darkrooms as well, though a darkroom for a therian had to be truly blacked-out to be effective. I walked around for almost an hour and saw only a few people causing little interest on either side before I found the sauna and steam room. The sauna was too dry for my tastes, but the steam room felt amazing. I walked in right as huge plumes of white steam cascaded from a series of vents in the ceiling, filling the huge room to the point of zero visibility in a matter of moments. I could hardly see my fingers in front of my face as I stepped forward, carefully placing one webbed footpaw in front of the other as drops of water coalesced in my fur, shedding naturally down my sides as the warmth of the heat soaked into my skin beneath. I shivered as I felt a wall in front of me dividing the space. Long benches, some two- or three-tiered, and a soaking tub in one corner filled the massive showers.

I was alone in the room and reconsidered the time I decided to arrive. Maybe six p.m. was too early for a decent crowd.

Still, there was no point in not enjoying myself as long as I was here. I luxuriated in the heat of the steam room undisturbed for almost half an hour before deciding to walk around the underground spa and gym again.

I dropped that plan faster than my jaw when I opened the door to the steam room and stepped outside.

“Hey there,” the jaguar rumbled. The impressive voice oozed past a pair of black lips, breath swirling the steam coming out of the empty steam room behind me. A perfect black coat of velvet fur stretched and rippled across his muscular, fit shoulders and thighs. He stared down, golden eyes narrowing as he lowered his gaze towards the towel wrapped around my midsection.

I had to lean back to look up at him - I was on the tall side in my therian form, but he towered more than a foot over me.

“Hey,” I said, trying to tamp down the natural nervous squeak in my voice as the full scent of the big cat tingled my nostrils.

The jaguar leaned against the white brick wall, dry towel slung casually over his shoulder. His eyes lingered on my hips, where my own towel provided some discretion. I licked my lips, brushing my tongue across my lips and whiskers, when I saw the pointed dark red tip of the feline’s shaft poking up from a thick sheath.

“Surprised you’re leaving,” the jaguar said, a smirk growing on his muzzle as he watched my eyes lingering on his hips. The door to the heated room behind showed some of the large white tiles dripping with condensed steam. “Or maybe it’s too hot?”

“Leaving? I was just heading in.”

There was no way I could pass on an invitation like this. This was why I drove three hours to get to New Normandy. I turned around, tail hiking up as my towel dropped, catching and lifting it into the air before delivering it to my webbed paw. I was through the door and in the steam a moment later.

The jaguar followed close behind. Close enough, in fact, that I almost yelped when his claws and pads wrapped around my hips, pushing me forward, sliding me across the tiled floor and into the hot column in front of me. Another hot column slid against my lower back as a set of sharp fangs caressed the side of my neck and shoulders. His rumbling purr echoed above the noise of the steam generators as they kicked on again, filling the room with fresh vapor. The big, powerful feline wasn’t playing around.

I can’t lie. My knees just about didn’t hold me up, and if the jaguar hadn’t shoved his own hips forward, pinning my tail up and shoving the bulging sheath against my firm cheeks, I might have fallen. My own sheath squeezed into the heated tile in front of me and I groaned out loud, both paws stretching webbed fingers upwards along the tile.

“I like it when you moan for me,” the jaguar growled, and licked along my neck in a way that made my heart beat madly against the tiles.

I couldn’t stop myself as he employed his wonderful dark red tongue to the fullest. My round ears flicked madly, uncontrollably, as he latched on with his teeth and nipped, nibbled, suckled. His claws stroked through my dense fur, tracing lines up my sides, the pointed tips just grazing my skin until they surrounded my hard little pink nipples.

His deep, rumbling purrs increased as I breathed in the musky steam rising from his large, powerful body. The jaguar leaned into me, pressing my belly and chest into the column as his hips worked back and forth, teasing me with the feeling of his growing bulge.

“By the way,” he said, his voice low and pleasurable. “I’m Ray.”

I grinned. Formalities at this point? I played along.

“Nice to meet you,” I said. “My name is… ahhh!”

The jaguar was a step ahead and as I tried to say my own name, his claws pinched and twisted, eliciting a squeak that echoed and bounced through the steam. Ray’s grunt followed as I felt the thick tip of his barbed shaft slide against the base of my upturned tail. He had to be fully hard, as big as he felt.

The claws released, their work done. I sagged as Ray stepped back, but his paws caught my arms and effortlessly pushed me onto the bench formed from the same tile as everything else. I thought he meant to give me a short break, but instead he stood and shoved his hips forward while keeping both of his paws wrapped tightly around the top and back of my head, squeezing my ears and muffling his constant purring somewhat.

Like the cheesy 3D effects in a bad horror movie, a massive red beast loomed from the steam and surged towards me. My eyes widened as I realized the shaft was only halfway to full arousal, still obviously soft and drooping from the swollen black-furred sheath at the base. I looked up, only able to see the outlines of Ray’s long, lean muzzle, though his eyes flashed in the semi-darkness.

“What are you waiting for?” he growled, claws extending and sliding through my head fur.

“N… nothing,” I said, shuddering as Ray’s hips brought the long red shaft across my short muzzle. He had to be close to eight inches already and as I lifted my paws to grasp the base, I felt another inch slide out. My lips parted as I pressed forward, guided by his paws, until the tapered tip flexed across my tongue.

“Is it true what they say about you otters?” the jaguar asked, though it was phrased more as a statement.

His claws pricked my skin and his hips pumped forward, pushing right through my fingers and deep into my throat. I almost gagged as he kept pushing, shoving the smooth, fleshy barbs along the upper part of the shaft, below the tip, deep into my throat.

“Really good at holding your breath, right?”

The jaguar knew otters, all right. I clutched at his powerful thighs, feeling the flexing strands of muscle as he pumped his shaft deep. The soft, velvet black fur ground up against my nose, tickling the insides of my nostrils and leaving his scent behind when he pulled my head back, extricating each long inch of his now fully aroused shaft. I gasped as a fat strand of pre-cum dripped in the steam between the tip of his feline maleness and my lips.

I could only admire the view for a moment. Ray’s claws shoved me down again, bending me over as I sat on the bench, short enough to be a pretty darn near perfect match height-wise for a thorough throatfucking, which the jaguar appeared intent on performing until I begged for mercy - or for more. His claws kept me down to the breaking point, until I was shoving back, snatching blasts of hot air before his hips rudely thrust in again, pounding his crotch into my nose and slapping his juicy and full black sac under my chin. His grunts and huffs filled the air, though his paws kept a tight and controlled grip on my head.

I wasn’t normally into the rough stuff, but at this point I didn’t care what the jaguar did to me. I tried to suckle, lick and lap at his fantastic maleness as it pumped across my tongue. His barbs tickled down my throat, making me swallow and clench around his pole until he was leaning over me, squeezing my head down as his chest and belly pressed from above. Ray pumped with short, fast thrusts, filling my muzzle and even reaching one paw down to secure my lower jaw completely.

I closed my eyes and gagged. What else could I do? Complain? Ask to get off the ride? Of course not, and it wasn’t like I wanted the ride to end anytime soon. The jaguar’s gorgeous body flexed against me and I could feel each ridge of muscle like a wave across my dense fur. Even with my superior lung capacity, the jaguar wanted more, and he took it. I could feel the pre and saliva drooling down my chin and smearing his heavy, full balls each time the twin orbs slapped up against my neck and chest. The thrusts got faster, harder, and shorter, until he was gasping and moaning as much as me.

His weight lifted off the top of my head. Ray’s fingers dragged down to the base of my skull as he leaned back and pumped forward, putting his significant power into the final shove. His tip worked deeper than anything I’d ever had before and I could even taste the fur of his sheath past my lips on my tongue.

A warm, ominous pulse signalled the beginning. The red shaft swelled from the base to the tip as the feline delivered a powerful blast of seed deep into my throat, deep enough to not even trigger a gag as I swallowed convulsively.

“Nnngghh… good otter,” Ray said, his voice a velvet purr from above, where the steam swirled as he snorted. “Not spilling a drop… I’m impressed…”

His hips pumped a few times as his thickness pulsed, warm and hard. I could feel the heat from within and without now as the steam pumps kicked on once more, increasing the temperature noticeably in just a few moments.

“Open wide and don’t swallow.”

Some agonizingly sinful wet noises erupted from my throat as he pulled his still-hard shaft out, leaving only the tip to splatter the inside of my muzzle with shot after shot of thick white cream. The musky, salty mix pooled around my tongue as I tipped my head back, eyes half-cracked open to watch the tip blast yet another load of cum across my teeth and lips.

The jaguar’s dark shape loomed over me in the steam as his shoulders dropped, bringing his head through the swirling mist towards mine. His wet paws grasped my cheek ruffs as he pulled me close to him, full-on kissing me. He turned his muzzle to the side, slotting it against mine. I felt his tongue dive into the pool of his own seed as he vigorously explored and tasted himself on my lips. I shuddered in his grasp, eyes closed, both paws still gripping his thighs as he tipped me backwards, further and further, until he had to shift a paw to the back of my skull to keep me from falling.

The black jaguar’s tongue pushed deeper, filling my muzzle slightly less than his magnificent red cock. At the same time, he forced me to swallow his thick, musky seed, something I was all to happy to do, until I was nearly swallowing his rough tongue at the same time.

Finally he pulled away, cum and saliva and misting steam dripping from his jaws. His eyes glowed as he licked his lips clean and purred.

“Good otter,” he said, his voice rumbling out over the noise of the steam generators. “Now turn around.”

I shuddered and did as he asked, kneeling over the lower of the large, flat steps. My forearms flattened against the tile as I felt his claws sink into the tip of my tail. It wasn’t painful, but as he tugged it forward, I could tell once more he planned on fucking me the way he wanted to. And the way he wanted to was, fortunately, exactly the way I wanted it.

I could feel a few splatters under my tail - was he still shooting? - before the tip shoved forward, grinding forward against my tight hole. There wasn’t a lot of opportunity to practice where I lived and I could hear his growls of amusement as he shifted his hips, raked his claws down my shoulders, and kept up the pressure from second-to-second until I gave in to his thickness.

The barbs teased my inner walls as he sank deep. I cried out, gasping and shuddering, even as both of his powerful arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me upright and back against his chest. Ray’s deep, rumbling purrs sent vibrations throughout my long belly and chest as he hilted inside me, forcing me open and claiming my rump as his own. His teeth nipped at my ears and his claws teased through my dense fur as his hips pulled back and popped in harder, then harder and harder yet. I squeaked each time, wriggling madly against him, until he shoved me back forward over the corner of the tile.

He grunted something - I’m not sure what - before I felt his palm spread across the side of my head and push the side of my muzzle down into the wet tile. He leaned over, pinning me, as his other paw reached around and grabbed at my swinging pink cock. I arched against him as Ray slammed his hips forward, pounding in deep and hard, while my slick shaft flexed in and out of his soft paw pads. I came by the third hit of his massive arousal against my aching prostate, but the big jaguar wasn’t finished.

He grunted and leaned over, chest to my back, teeth on the tough fur along my neck and shoulders, as his hips slammed down powerfully, spreading me open and forcing his whole length to the tip and hilt. The barbs made my orgasm spike all over as his weight squeezed against me and I gasped for breath, sputtering in the steam as I shot my load across the tile in front of my shivering thighs. My tail tip flicked against his shoulder as he kept up his pace, rocking against me over and over.

How long could the muscular feline last? I came a third time in his fingers, which seemed to satisfy him as I tensed up as tight as I’d ever been around his length. Both of his paws reached for my shoulders and hauled me upright as he leaned back. I swear I could feel his sheath enter me as he pushed in deep and held himself, his massive throbbing arousal aching so nicely in my belly. My small claws pulled at his paws as I reached up and back, while my shoulders leaned behind my own ankles. The panther’s flexible belly forced my own further out as I felt the fat length pulse deep inside my well-used tailhole.

The next several minutes involved lots of grunting, squeezing, and shuddering from both parties, but little in the way of actual movement. Apparently Ray liked the way I felt, because the big jaguar’s orgasm put my own to shame. I thought he’d cum big when he filled my muzzle, but the waves of seed sopping out of my rump, beneath the wide base of my tail, outdid it in the most dramatic fashion.

The panther’s heavy growls eventually subsided into more even-measured breathing. I felt Ray’s wide tongue slide across my head, between my ears, then a paw smack against my thigh.

“Thanks for the fun,” the big male purred. “Hope I see you around here again sometime.”

The panther almost made me cum again when he pulled free, dragging inch after inch of half-hard feline meat free of my clenching rudder-butt. His claws teased my cheeks, splaying my fur, as he popped the tip free and milked a few more shots of cum across my used hole.

“Holy…”

I looked over to the side, towards the door. Not three feet away in the billowing steam, a cute rabbit who appeared in his mid-20s or so stood and stared. Therians stopped aging physically at a certain point, so it was hard to tell just how old he was, but he was clearly young enough not to have seen a nearly 8-foot tall black jaguar railing a long and lean otter with so much vigor, judging from the way his muzzle hung open in the misting steam. Thin, lanky, and long-legged, the buck was fully aroused and sporting a credible pink arousal. His eyes were locked on my ass and, presumably, the panther’s fat length still smearing seed across my thick, short pelt.

“Well, well,” the panther growled. I heard his voice lift as he stood and reached out, wrapping a large black paw around the hare’s shoulder and dragging him forward. “You’re in luck. I need someone to clean this stud otter out after I went a little hard on him.”

The rabbit’s eyes darted down to the panther’s big, drooping shaft as it drizzled musky seed. Some of the long ropes draped across the hare’s pink length, which quivered and throbbed.

“How about you clean up Mr. Otter,” the panther said, one paw sliding up the rabbit’s spine before pressing around the back of his head, “And then Mr. Otter can repay you the favor?”

The rabbit fell to his knees somewhere behind me and I gasped as I felt a muzzle squeeze up under my tail. The enthusiastic tongue sent shivers of pleasure that froze me anew and made my raggedly erect shaft pulse with need all over.

“Have fun, you two…”

From the slim rabbit’s eager moans as he tasted the jaguar’s seed still slopping out of my tail hole, I knew we’d be having a very good time indeed.